#rip jon

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hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby

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Listen i did THIS SHIT oh my god my back hurts

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Oh gosh, so i just read your jonelias fic, the soulmate name one where Jon has Jonah magnus on his arm and he's all lonely. Boy did this entirely rewrite my brain actually. So i thought i'd ask, do you pretty please have some crumbs of how you think the story could wrap up? Like would elias try to woo jon? Would jon refuse him because, jonah magnus? Do you think the gang would find out about the whole body hopping thing at the same time as in canon or before, because jonah just drops the ball?

Also, maybe i just have piss poor reading comprehension (i kind of do tbh) but why did jon stop talking to the portraits after leitner's death? Did he just go like, oh that's creepy elias might be watching actually. Also i'm wondering what the tim&jon argument was about... Oh, them being trapped here because of jonah magnus himself? I guess that would explain it. Generally any tidbits of information you'll be willing to share, i want to hear it all i love this fic so much it's so good.

Would Elias in this au be more gentle and less willing to throw jon at every horror ever? Or is it sad toxic yaoi?

Sorry for rambling uwu ahah

(For anyone who doesn't know, this is the fic in question.)

I'm so sorry it's taken me 60+ business days to respond to you! This ask inspired me to write a little bit past the ending, which took some time, and then I got my job at puppy kindergarten and completely forgot about until.

UNTIL just now when I found it in my drafts, SO part of that is at the end of this answer under the cut.

To answer your other questions: Jon stops talking to the portraits because he finds out that Jonah Magnus was a Bad Person. Jon has been imagining Jonah as a character something like Gerry, burning the Leitner books and protecting people. After he talks to Leitner, he knows that Jonah was,,,,,,,,,,,, not that.

As for Tim and Jon's argument, I think during that s3 era of canon, they get into a lot of fights that basically boil down to "Tim is very angry that they're trapped here and Sasha is dead and Danny is dead, and Jon is his only available target." And in this world they have the added twist that Jon has been metaphysically assigned to The Evil Guy Who Started It All, which,,,,, does not help.

Thanks for your ask! I really like this story and it's been really fun thinking about it further.

EPILOGUISH:

The moment hangs suspended, Jon's eyes on the floor, Elias' locked on his own name scribed on Jon's skinny wrist like an accusation. His head spins with a rush of emotion, nothing he is prepared for, nothing he ever expected to feel again.

Then Jon's gaze flickers to his wrist, registers the alien colour, and his eyes widen and he jerks his hand away, shattering the silence. Jon cradles his wrist like it hurts, staring at it with his mouth slightly open.

Elias braces himself for Jon's gaze to come back to him, to look into his grey eyes and realize that they are far too old for his face, for him to make the connection. A moment passes, then another, and Jon just stares at his wrist, one of the immutable columns of his life suddenly upended.

Elias skims his mind, curious, and he has to stifle the urge to laugh.

Jon is thinking, with a racing mania that borders on panic, about ghosts.

Elias feels an enormous rush of tenderness towards him.

"I don't understand," Jon says finally, quietly. More to himself than to Elias. "This--this can't--"

Elias decides to twist the knife. "Perhaps our founder is pleased that you've aligned yourself with his god."

That gets Jon's attention, and he looks at Elias with fear in his eyes. Yes, yes, this is what has so thoroughly captured Elias' attentions these pasts few months. The way Jon's mind stutters and slips, trying to find purchase on his panic-smoothed thoughts. The way his eyes widen, showing off the lovely darkness of his eyes. The way he trembles and hates himself for it, his tight grip holding his control close.

Jon goes, and Elias' eyes follow him. He sits down behind his desk and smiles.

***

Jon doesn't register what Elias says to dismiss him. He simply rolls his sleeves down and returns to the Archives, avoiding his assistants like a man hunted. He sits down at his desk and his sleeve rides up his arm, revealing the accusingly black edges of his soul mark.

So he gets up and puts on his coat, the thicker sleeves making him feel more thoroughly covered, more protected from prying eyes. He sits down again and tries to relax, tries to turn his mind back to the research that so desperately needs to be done, the end of the world at stake--

His mind keeps wandering, imagining one of the others coming in and demanding to inspect his soul mark.

Never mind that no one has ever done that, that no one would ever do that. He can too clearly imagine what the reaction would be, if any of the others found out what has happened. Bad enough to have the name scrawled on his wrist; to have the bond suddenly, impossibly accepted? What ideas would the others draw from that? What conclusions could they possibly come to?

What if Tim saw it?

What if Daisy saw it?

What does it mean?

He gets up again and leaves the Archives, not sure where he's going, just sure that he needs to move. His mind is racing, and he clutches at his wrist like it hurts. Nothing makes sense, anymore, not that it was making much sense to begin with.

Nevertheless, the shock is familiar. All of it is a plunging from stability into cold loneliness, all of it terrifying. He doesn't want Jonah Magnus to accept the bond. He doesn't want Jonah Magnus to be a willing servant of evil. He doesn't want his soulmark to be grey and unnerving. He doesn't want any of this.

His wandering takes him past a portrait of Jonah because it's his Institute, and they are unavoidable. Jon has been trying to avoid their gaze since he returned from his Elias-caused exile, but now he stops. He studies the face that he knows so well, that is as familiar to him as any of his flesh-and-blood acquaintances.

He shivers.

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Jmart picrew dump

I just wanted to post something lmao, hope yall enjoy

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Hear Me Out

I still think about how compatible Mare and Maven's love languages were for each other (Which might also explain how they still have chemistry and the Mareven ship still active, even past the betrayal and Glass Sword).

Mare's love language is mostly Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation. Which works well with Maven, since he is touch deprived (example, blushing at Mare hugging him or him holding her wrist). Mare telling him at some point that she thought he was better than Cal (something he rarely hears, even from his mom), which boosted his self-esteem and later in the books, he would seek out Mare's affirmation. Wanting/demanding her to thank/praise him for bringing back the conscription age from 15 to 18.

Maven's Love Language on the other hand, was Words of Affirmation, Gift Giving and Acts of Service. Which Book one Mare dearly needed, someone who would listen and reassure her that she is understood and seen. Especially, when she was forced to pretend to be a lost Silver elite and still wallowing at how her mother compared her to Gisa. The other two love languages, Gift Giving and Acts of Service, is shown in King's Cage. Where Maven would give her an unreasonable amount of expensive dresses and jewels, during her imprisonment. Even the other visiting allies, questioned why she was not dressed in rags and stuffed into a dungeon. Acts of Service, is even more questionable, but it's there. With him, staying by her side after being interrogated by Samson. Asking her if she feels cold, when he saw her rub her shoulders for warmth. Even dismissing her when he saw that Larentia's snake made her uncomfortable. Which made Mare momentarily feel thankful for him (even though he is her captor).

They both have the capacity and tools to comfort and love each other. However, given how different their upbringing and goals were. They became each other's enemie, leaving them no choice but to end the other.

Maybe in another life, a universe where the Lightning Girl, is just Mare and King Maven Calore, is just Maven. A universe where they met, became good friends then quickly fell in love and somewhere, are happily married and playfully exchanging banter while they have their breakfast in their home.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

behold, the mer!jon au

Elias Bouchard has dedicated his life to two things: first, amassing a fortune via his company’s cutting-edge work in genetic engineering; and second, obtaining definitive proof of the merfolk he knows live under the sea.

Tim, on the other hand, was only trying to catch some dinner when he swam into Elias’ trap. He wound up beached and helpless as a human approached him with a set of blades.

Jon didn’t intend to get wrapped up in any of this. He certainly didn’t intend to get on Elias Bouchard’s bad side; how was he to know the man would take personal offense to someone damaging his stray nets? It was Jon’s job to disentangle and treat the sea life that wound up on their beach every morning, after all. Whatever that sea life might be. He hadn’t done anything wrong.

Then again, he would have expected “Elias Bouchard’s bad side” to mean something like cut funding for conservation research, not… this.

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[ID: shaking hands meme from ‘The Office’ where a professional gives a role to someone unprepared for the role, the text over the professional states “the web setting jon down a path that will lead to join the archives and end the world, which will then set him up to blow up the archives and send the entities through the gap under hilltop road to a new universe”, the text over the unprepared person states “jon, an 8 year old who just wanted to read a book”]